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... alms were sweaty. Pulling Xia Ling's hand made Xia Ling very uncomfortable.
She frowned and sat down at the round table.
When she sat down, the man's gaze was locked on Xia Ling. The madam stood up with a smile.
"Alright, master fan. Now that Miss Qing He is here, you can listen to the zither or music if you want. There is nothing that Miss Qing He doesn't know how to do!"
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